All T.J. can really do is watch with widened eyes, somewhere between confused and horrified and hopeful. There's no way any person should stand any kind of a chance against this thing, and he's half-expecting it to go very wrong, very quickly. Steve's been holding his own, though, for which he's more than a little grateful. He wouldn't have wanted to come across Bigfoot in an alley fighting anyone else, that's for damn sure. No one else could have put up a fight like this, he thinks, and definitely couldn't wind up actually knocking the creature out.

Once it's down, he takes a few deep breaths, half-expecting it to get right to its feet again. It doesn't, though, and then he finally steps forward, still wary, unable to pretend like he isn't shaken. "Jesus fucking Christ," he says, not much more than an exhale. "Are you alright, man? It looked like it got you pretty good."